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Only
look
,
look
!
"
"
Indeed
,
it
is
Cornelius
,
and
no
mistake
.
"
The
officer
uttered
a
feeble
cry
,
and
turned
his
head
away
;
the
brother
of
the
Grand
Pensionary
,
before
having
set
foot
on
the
ground
,
whilst
still
on
the
bottom
step
of
the
carriage
,
was
struck
down
with
an
iron
bar
which
broke
his
skull
.
He
rose
once
more
,
but
immediately
fell
again
.
Some
fellows
then
seized
him
by
the
feet
,
and
dragged
him
into
the
crowd
,
into
the
middle
of
which
one
might
have
followed
his
bloody
track
,
and
he
was
soon
closed
in
among
the
savage
yells
of
malignant
exultation
.
The
young
man
--
a
thing
which
would
have
been
thought
impossible
--
grew
even
paler
than
before
,
and
his
eyes
were
for
a
moment
veiled
behind
the
lids
.
The
officer
saw
this
sign
of
compassion
,
and
,
wishing
to
avail
himself
of
this
softened
tone
of
his
feelings
,
continued
,
--
"
Come
,
come
,
Monseigneur
,
for
here
they
are
also
going
to
murder
the
Grand
Pensionary
.
"
But
the
young
man
had
already
opened
his
eyes
again
.
"
To
be
sure
,
"
he
said
.
"
These
people
are
really
implacable
.
It
does
no
one
good
to
offend
them
.
"
"
Monseigneur
,
"
said
the
officer
,
"
may
not
one
save
this
poor
man
,
who
has
been
your
Highness
's
instructor
?
If
there
be
any
means
,
name
it
,
and
if
I
should
perish
in
the
attempt
--
--
"
